U.S.A. lyrics

Counting money burning dope
Shout out my uncle Juice
Uh uh, my n*gga Jerz
Uh uh should we do it like the sh*t
That all n*ggas we’re doing man
Uh its real rap
Uh fly n*gga with a 9 hundred dollar scarf on for no f*cking reason
Uh, f*ck you yeah

[Verse 1]
Speed into that money V tweezy no roof own it
See me in that red Kool-Aid, the coupe homie
Tell my hitman "holla" you know you know that they yelling ballgames
Switching up my style you know n*ggas for years, long change
South of France, she don’t speak my talk
The flag on the left side I know you see the walk
Some ghetto n*ggas with some 40’s out
You n*ggas semi wanna do it, we got auti's out
Taylor Gang yeah you know my n*ggas party hard
Got your b*tches titties out, and this ain't Marty Gras
The old heads from the hood say that’s a cool guy
I guess they see my jewels when I ride by

[Hook:]
Champagne sipping with your b*tch she know what’s up
So tell ‘em n*ggas we don’t give a f*ck
Now we getting all this money so it’s kind of hard not to notice us
That paper straight so it ain't folding up
Yeah uh